Zoe Yale pouted, looking displeased at the person in front of her.
Why was it always him asking questions, while none of hers were answered?
"What about you, then? How did you get in here?" Charles White's eyes flickered as he leaned nonchalantly against a nearby pillar, glancing at her slantingly.
As if he were ready to listen to her explanation.
"…" Zoe suddenly remembered that she was just a little intern herself. If Charles didn't have the status to get in here, how did she manage it?
Why would she ask such a dumb question?
Now it was as if she had lifted a rock only to drop it on her own foot, and she regretted it immensely…
Wait, something wasn't right?
She was the Yale Family heiress; of course, she could come in.
But what about Charles White—could it be that he had some other identity?
"I have friends who work here. I came to find someone," Charles suddenly parted his thin lips and stepped towards her.
